“I know. He should have lost that instead of his brain.”

“I would have been cool with him losing both.”

“Hey, want to know the nickname I have for him?”

“What?”

Itsuki laughed, “Grandpa Lawrence, the oddly corrosive moldy Nutella crepe that expired in World War 1.”

“Could you explain the nickname? I don’t know him as well as you do.”

“Of course. The SCP Foundation calls him, ‘The Old Man,’ he fought in World War 1, his name and rank, that kind of shi- crap, was ‘Corporal Lawrence,’ ‘crepe’ sounds like ‘creep,’ and he looks like moldy Nutella.”

“Now I get it!”

Suddenly, the door of Itsuki’s containment chamber swung open. SCP-106 rushed into the room. “What did you say?!”

“Like you didn’t know.” Itsuki paused. “Wait, how’d you get out of containment?”

“I can dissolve solid matter. It’s not that difficult.” He rolled his eyes. “Well, Itsuki, you’re just sitting there like a normal person, which you’ll never be, talking to your boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend, 106. Get it right.”

Imya smiled. “I’m your girlfriend?”

“I guess so.”

Imya thought, “This is almost too easy. I guess I should get a suit for our wedding. And learn how to tie a tie.”

“You there, Imya?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a relief. I thought you’d fainted again.”

“Nope. I’ve clotted the bleeding, I’m good now.”

“Well, at least you did something right.”

“Nope. The white spots on my bedding are now red.”

“Yikes.”

“Anyway, I have to go now. I have a date to go to.”

“Okay. Bye.” Itsuki hung up.

Imya heard her doorbell ring. She stood up and rushed towards the door. “Hey there, Edward.”

“Hey, Imya.” Edward had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was a little bit taller than Imya. “I’m looking forward to our date.”

Imya blushed. “M-Me too.” Her eyes widened.

“You’re staring between my legs.”

Imya blushed and looked away. “N-No… I-I…”

“Don’t feel bad, I do the same thing. By the way, you have long, beautiful legs. I would love for my head to be between them.”

“W-What?!” Imya hesitated. “C-Can I tell you something, Edward?”

“Of course.”

“The truth is, I’m not female. I have a male reproductive system. I’m genderfluid and only sometimes identify as female.”

Edward smiled. “I know.”

“H-Huh?”

“Yeah. Natsumi told me.” He chuckled, “Also, there’s a noticeable dent in your skirt… there. That doesn’t happen to people born biologically female.”

Imya’s face turned deep red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-”

“What are you apologizing for? The fact that a dent is present means that you genuinely like me.”

“I-I’m also afraid of losing an erection. A-Am I a freak for that?”

“No, you’re not. My older brother is, too, and he has a girlfriend that doesn’t care because they love each other so much.”

Imya put her arms around Edward’s waist and kissed him. She began to moan softly. When she pulled away, she asked, “How can you do that with your tongue?” She continued, “That… That felt amazing…” She kissed him again.

“Heh. Thanks, Imya.” Edward smiled sweetly.

Imya heard a voice shout from upstairs, “Where are you going, Imya?”

“I’m going on a date, Christian!”

Christian muttered, “Yeah, like the player you are.” He smiled. “You’ll always come back to me, Imya. I’ll make sure of that.”

Edward took Imya’s hand and headed toward the driveway.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Imya turned towards Edward, not paying attention to where she was walking. She ran into Sarayu.

Sarayu shouted, “Hey! Watch where you’re going!”

Imya whispered under her breath in Japanese, “Look at you, laying right on top of me, you getting all bold all of a sudden?”

Sarayu realized she was sitting right on top of Imya. “I- Uh… Ugh! Get away from me, y-you… You perv-”

Imya grinned. “Having a little trouble there, sweetheart?” She put her arms around Sarayu’s waist.

Sarayu blushed. “I-I… Uh…”

Edward chuckled, “So this is the girl that hates you?”

Sarayu stood up. “S-Shut up!” She stormed off.

Imya looked up at Edward. “I didn’t expect that reaction from her.”

“Me neither.” Edward helped Imya stand up.

“What’s her problem?”

“She used to be Natsumi’s friend. They were in a friend group with two others, Itsuki and Ikari.”

“I-Itsuki?” Imya remembered that Natsumi mentioned something about Itsuki being an old friend.

“Yeah. Ikari killed herself, and that’s when things took a downward spiral into madness. Everyone at school said that she did it for attention. Itsuki got mad and turned into this demon thing, killing three students and injuring fifteen. Some kid reported her to the SCP Foundation, and they took her away. Now she’s a-”

“Contained Keter at Site 19.”

“Yeah. After Itsuki was taken away, Sarayu began being a bastard to everyone, most notably Natsumi. She told Natsumi to call the SCP Foundation, the cops, or at least someone. But Natsumi didn’t. She valued her friendship with Itsuki more than her friendship with Sarayu.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“There are several rumors about her old school. This one’s the most believable. How do you know Itsuki?”